Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Conley And Billy (the Proof's In The Picken')

Screamin tires and a guitar by his side
Billys got the fever as he on through the night
Some born to listen, some were born to play
He was lightning on the highstrings and thunder on the

He could play it high, he play it low
He could it cry, he could make it moan
He knows when push to shove
The in the pickin

In a smoky little just off of Bourbon Street
Tobacco stained fingers waited on the beat
was the master, the undisputed king
Hed ruled the for thirty years with an army of six strings

He could it high, he could play it low
He make it cry, he could make it moan
He knows when push comes to
The in the pickin

Sometimes after midnight, Billy drives New Orleans
Straight to the French Quarter, a man he has to see
The music is a like a city thats on fire
Billy felt just like an boy at the feet of a higher power

Conley watched as Billy walked the room
Opened his case and started a
The club was silent and the lights were turned down low
Billy stepped up on the stage and whispered, Go, son, go

He play it high, he could play it low
He could make it cry, he could make it
He knows when push to shove
The in the pickin

Conley his hand up, no one made a sound
And he handed Bill his old archtop and stepped into the
Billy it soft, Billy played it sad
Then he made it talk and in the band

Soon the room was
Billys wall of sound
And a block off Bourbon Street
A new kings crowned

He play it high, he could play it low
He could it cry, he could make it moan
He knows when push to shove
The in the pickin